“MEMORIES ARE WONDERFUL THINGS IF YOU DON’T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE PAST” – Celine, Before Sunset
Where am I? I’m here. Right where you left me. I’m the girl in the corner whose got something to say. But no-ones listening. She’s callus to the point of self-defense. Cynical to the point of diversion. Once infuriated, silently stewing, kicking herself. Scorning mediocrity. I’m the poster girl.
And I all I can say is “fuck this”. Incapable of dealing with Reality. Escapism is key to coping. Immersion in fictions. Erasion of fact.
Nostalgia for bygone days swathed in a rose tinted shroud. Sometimes it hurts. A dull pang. It can be distracting. Wishful thinking can be cruel.
I’m the girl in the corner. Holding a cup of coffee or perhaps watered down scotch. Dousing the fire. Trying to write. Unable to. Unwilling to. Too tired. Too bored. Too scared.
I’m still here. Where are you?